Back On It Lyrics

[Intro]
Aye yo, aye niggas get shot everyday B. You be aight nigga
You tough right?
I'm out Reeko. You understand what I'm saying? Look at me
I get shot in the head baby
My body different, my breathing different, you understand what I'm saying?
Doctor said I wasn't gonna walk the same, you understand what I'm saying?
I'm out

[Verse 1]
Too, too much weed in the room now a nigga can't breathe in my space
The girls in my DM's, it might be your BM's we'll ski on a kid
Tell me why you niggas pree on the kid
Like there is no reason for this
Is it cause I make mad music
And then f*ck that, just might go up on seasonal hits

[Hook]
Damn, money we took it from scratch
Tell a homie gonna talk about that
Run up on me, run up back
And smoke a nigga like a fag
I heard niggas are talking this and talking that
Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie
Back on it and oh they know it's strap
Young one we the rap stack
And you know it's fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on
f*ck the radio now that I'm back on it
f*cking up the beat, just watch me dab on it
Something I always remember I tag on it
f*ck the industry just drop a jab on ‘em
Stacking , stacking, I'm trapping, trapping
I'm whacking, I'm serving them packages
Ooh la la, baby what's happening
Couple bands I'll be splurging with savages

[Verse 2]
Lurking in a German, I'm purpin
Pull up in a four door with a four four sting on red
Put smoke in a person
Catch coon ass stunting
How bad you wanna beef
How bad you wanna beef
‘Fore I see these niggas yeah they nervous
They might freeze when they see me
I'm in my young boy jerking
All of these niggas are lying they cooking that dealer shit
Nigga you p*ssy you been a prick
Never seen you and you rid with it
Who took [?] who gives a shit
Sting with my thing, yeah I live with it
My young boy he gon' stick with it
f*ck with these hoes I'm so sick with it
In a car with my browing she whipping it

[Hook]
Damn, money we took it from scratch Tell a homie gonna talk about that
Run up on me, run up back
And smoke a nigga like a fat
I heard niggas are talking this and talking that
Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie
Back on it and oh they know it's strap
Young one we the rap stack
And you know it's fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on
f*ck the radio now that I'm back on it
f*cking up the beat, just watch me dab on it
Something I always remember I tag on it
f*ck the industry just drop a jab on ‘em
Stacking , stacking, I'm trapping, trapping
I'm whacking, I'm serving them packages
Ooh la la, baby what's happening
Couple bands I'll be splurging with savages

[Verse 3]
Bang! f*ck a nigga talking bout straps
Rolling with hittas and got six packs on me and I ain't talking bout abs
Trust a nigga [?] you get grab, can't talking about the watch you know I got band
Pulling up like right where you hang
Come round here, leave smoke on your man
Show ‘em face and with Scoogie I'm back again
Pulling up on that baby, what's happening
Love my freedom, I ain't trying to get bagged again
P and down, I'm all over the map again
Cutting, cutting, I'm bagging, bagging
That thing that I wrap ‘em in
Two rags to use on a sudden ting
One comb, one jam and an afro pick

[Hook]
Damn, money we took it from scratch
Tell a homie gonna talk about that
Run up on me, run up back
And smoke a nigga like a fag
I heard niggas are talking this and talking that
Well they know they talking cause they know I never lie
Back on it and oh they know it's strap
Young one we the rap stack
And you know it's fully loaded when I fling the rap back, hold on
f*ck the radio now that I'm back on it
f*cking up the beat, just watch me dab on it
Something I always remember I tag on it
f*ck the industry just drop a jab on ‘em
Stacking , stacking, I'm trapping, trapping
I'm whacking, I'm serving them packages
Ooh la la, baby what's happening
Couple bands I'll be splurging with savages

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